Misery

“Misery is hearing your chicklet tooting her whistle, all hours of the day,” grumbled Sparra. “I was patient, but in the end, I gave her one last chance to stop playing with it inside the nest. She blew it.”

(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Misery, 206 characters)

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